You don’t need to believe every lie to be shaped by it. All it takes is one assumption—one unchallenged narrative—to change the way you see the world. And these days, we’re not just surrounded by falsehoods. We’re drowning in them. From health advice that makes us sick to media headlines designed to keep us afraid……
The Mouth That Destroys, The Mouth That Rebuilds Not long ago, we all felt it.The silence. The distance. The ache of being apart.During the Covid lockdowns, even Pesach seders were held in empty rooms. Shabbos meals with no guests.Some of us were lucky to have family.But too many were completely alone — no one to…
Parshat Shemini opens with a powerful phrase:“Vayehi bayom hashmini” — And it was on the eighth day. But before that?Seven days of repetition.Seven days where Moshe built the Mishkan… and took it down.Again and again. Day after day. Build. Dismantle. Repeat. Imagine the frustration. The confusion.Why pour your heart into something, only to undo it?Why…
Most of us aren’t being chased by taskmasters or whipped into labor. But the truth is—we’re still enslaved. Not physically. Mentally. We live with chains you can’t see: fear of failure, low self-worth, and the inner voice that whispers: “You can’t.” “You shouldn’t.” “You’re not enough.” This isn’t just psychology—it’s Mitzrayim. The Hebrew word Mitzrayim comes from meitzar—a…
The very first word in Sefer Vayikra is Vayikra — “And He called.” Rashi points out something beautiful:This wasn’t just a call. It was a call of love. Hashem didn’t just speak to Moshe Rabbeinu —He called him, warmly and affectionately, by name. The Power of a Name And this isn’t a one-time thing.Throughout the…
It starts with who—and what—you surround yourself with. Every morning, I get to live what feels like the dream. I head to shul a bit early for Shacharit. And I don’t rush out. After davening, I stay. I do Shnayim Mikra, say some Tehillim, whisper a few extra tefilot, and then sit down to learn—with…
Imagine a child giving their parent a drawing. The paper is crumpled, the lines are messy, and the colors don’t stay inside the lines. Objectively, it’s not worth much. But to the parent? It’s priceless. Because it wasn’t about the paper or the crayons—it was about the love behind it. In this week’s parsha, we…